Castor awoke, still with a splitting headache. This time, something was different. There were no chains that held him. He was in a softer bed, covered in silk and wool. The area around him was warm stone and plush. He could smell sweet spices. He sighed, feeling at ease to know he was less exposed than before. The clothes he wore were soft and breathable, much more pleasing then the nearly see through garment he was forced into. 

He was so relaxed and in a daze, it was as if almost he had awoke from a long nightmare. That what happened was nothing but some feverish dream. But the pain and the taste so bitter it almost made him vomit. His senses were returning and the once calm he felt, now lead to some unknown dread.

It was then his situation returned to him. 

He was at a Slavers Market.

He shot up, regretting the action as his world spun. The abuse to his brain could only take so much. A pleased voice caught his attention. Leaving him to cast his gaze towards the speaker.

"Oh!? You’re awake! " The speaker hummed. “I was wondering when the drugs would wear off...” The laugh that escaped sounded reassured almost. 

Castor tensed, his eyes focusing on the speaker. He relaxed a bit, noticing the person talking to him was around his age and smaller. Someone he could easily handle if needed be.

As his vision started to focus more, he was taken aback by the pale beauty before him. His short, raven black hair and aqua blue eyes. The garment he wore wasn’t that bad either. Black that seemed to glitter and yellows with silks and cotton. It almost reminded him of some fairy tell from his mother’s stories. It was the type of clothes well off people wore and not of that of any working class. 

The speaker approached Castor, resting a soft hand on the Prince's head. Castor winced from the pain, but held his position.

"That’s a nasty head wound…Can you see alright? " He waves his hands in front of his face, worry on their face.

Castor grabbed the younger man’s hand, smiling shyly.

"I can see perfectly well, thank you."

The pale skinned youth looked down at the other in the bed. He raised a questioning look on that face of his. 

"And I can tell that your mental health is well. "

Castor looked around the room, letting the youth walk away from him. It was a large room, adorned with material and objectives he had never seen before. Nothing like the Sun Kingdom had, with colors so calming and dark. 

"What happened? " Castor still felt like he was in a mental fog. He was there one moment, fighting and next out cold. 

The younger man giggled, clasping both hands together.

"After your little show at the black market, I bought you!" 

Castor blinked. He was at a loss for what the man before him spoke. He wasn’t to sure if his mind was playing tricks or not.

"You…..bought me?"

It blew Castor’s mind, that someone like this, was at such a seedy area.

"98,700 Sarols. My father won’t be too happy about that….." He bit his lip, as if he was really worried about it.

Castor was now uneasy. His "buyer" became aware as well. The tension was so thick, it was rising the temperature in the now apparent windowless room. He was already planning means for an escape. 

"So I am free to leave? "

The buyer turned away, giving an uneasy laugh. He couldn't help but wonder how out of it the Prince still was.

"You obviously don’t understand your situation, do you? I can’t just let you leave...!?" His speech was cut short. 

Castor charged forward, his naked feat touched the cool marble floor. It wasn’t long before Castor pinned his buyer to the wall, using his foreman at his neck, pulling the smaller man up to where his legs dangled.

"I belong to no one!"

Castor’s sky blue eyes clashed with the others aqua blue's. A spark of fear that lingered, was quickly pushed away. The buyer used his feet, pushing the wall and using it for support.

The change of power knocked the Prince off his feet. Castor fell to the ground, he himself, being pinned. His world started spinning again. The ground was hard and cold, the fall had knocked the wind out of him. Didn't help much with a knee holding him down on his spine. Those small hands were a lot stronger as he twisted those arms tight around his wrists to hold him in place. 

His buyer leaned heavier on Castor, he looked upset, ticked about how he almost got choked out. He was going to play with him a little.

"I told you, you don’t understand your situation. I OWN you. " Those words had a bite in it. After all, he was being nice and this ungrateful Sun Royal tried to take him out. 

Castor glared, unable to move. His buyer turned away when the lone door in the room opened. An elderly man glanced in the room. He seemed a little amused at the situation before him.

"Master Nox? Is everything alright? "

Nox smiled, moving off of Castor to make his way towards the door, he adjusted his clothes to make them look neat and tidy again. The newly "bought" Prince just laid on the ground, rolling over to hold his spinning head, his world was rocked but his impulsive actions. 

"Coleman, please, there is no need to call me Master...." Nox looked over at the foolish man on the ground. "As for our guest here, please make sure to deliver food with care, as he tends to lash out at others...."

The elderly man gave the young master a concerned smile, leaving Nox's grin to fade away to annoyance. He already knew what he was going to say.

"Your father would like a word with you.... " Coleman glanced over at Castor, giving him a tired look before shutting the door and locking it. The words they spoke were muted as silenced as the two walked away. 

Castor pushed himself up. He gritted his teeth, glancing around the room with dizzying rage. He made his way over to the door, still pulling at it, already knowing it would be locked. He sighed as he leaned on the door, glancing around as to what would be his new prison for the time being. 

Castor crossed his arms, trying to calm his head and think. 

"Master Nox...huh... …" Where had he heard that name before? The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. Castor closed his eyes, having no clue to where he might be now or even how long he was gone for. He swallowed hard, pushing back tears. He didn't want to admit it. 

He was scared. 

He wanted to go home.

With one last sigh he pushed himself off the door and opened his eyes, his head a little clearer. With what time he had, he decided to search his room and see what he could find. After all, what options did he have but wait for that door to open again.